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<h1><a href="https://archiveofourown.org/works/29433828">Courting a Wolf</a> by <a class='authorlink' href='https://archiveofourown.org/users/monophobian/pseuds/monophobian'>monophobian</a></h1>

<table class="full">

<tr><td><b>Category:</b></td><td>InuYasha - A Feudal Fairy Tale</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Genre:</b></td><td>Alternate Universe - Fantasy, F/M, Fairy Tale Style, KogKag Secret Admirer 2021, blushing kouga</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Language:</b></td><td>English</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Status:</b></td><td>Completed</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Published:</b></td><td>2021-02-14</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Updated:</b></td><td>2021-02-14</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Packaged:</b></td><td>2021-05-15 16:31:23</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Rating:</b></td><td>Teen And Up Audiences</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Warnings:</b></td><td>No Archive Warnings Apply</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Chapters:</b></td><td>1</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Words:</b></td><td>4,489</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Publisher:</b></td><td>archiveofourown.org</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Story URL:</b></td><td>https://archiveofourown.org/works/29433828</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Author URL:</b></td><td>https://archiveofourown.org/users/monophobian/pseuds/monophobian</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Summary:</b></td><td><div class="userstuff">
              <p>It's custom to offer first meetings to newcomers upon their arrival in town and when someone moves into the long-vacant tree house, Kouga discovers the one instance where he doesn't hate the custom.</p>
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<tr><td><b>Relationships:</b></td><td>Higurashi Kagome/Kouga</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Comments:</b></td><td>8</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Kudos:</b></td><td>37</td></tr>

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<a name="section0001"><h2>Courting a Wolf</h2></a>
<div class="story"><div class="fff_chapter_notes fff_head_notes"><b>Author's Note:</b><ul class="associations">
      <li>For <a href="https://archiveofourown.org/users/cryysis/gifts">cryysis</a>.</li>



    </ul><blockquote class="userstuff">
      <p>A gift for cryysis for the 2021 KogKag Secret Admirer Event. I was asked for a blushing Kouga where Kagome knocks him off his feet with a touch of Inuyasha and Kouga as deliberately antagonistic friends. I think this fits!</p>
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    <p>The road to the tree house was a quiet one. This wasn’t the first time Kouga had traveled down the path; it was the easiest way to Inuyasha’s hill hut if one did not wish to cross over the hill. And while Kouga wasn’t commonly found at Inuyasha’s home, it also wasn’t uncommon either.</p><p>For as long as he had been there, the tree house on the other side of the road stood empty. It was always a shame to Kouga — it seemed to be the perfect home for those called to trees — but the presence of a newcomer slowly spread through town. The new name hadn’t been shared yet, which was odd in their little home where names traveled as fast as pollen. Whoever took ownership of the tree must have figured out a magic all their own to keep such things from running down the field with the rabbits.</p><p>Kouga kept his cloak to himself as he made his way down the walk. It was custom for welcomes to be given upon hearing word of a new residency arriving and it helped that the tree house was relatively on the way to his den. He’d have to cross over Inuyasha’s hill, but that was a much better endeavor than having to trek across town to the wharf. No, an extra few minutes added to his return home would be no trouble at all.</p><p>He wasn’t the only one paying a visit, he saw. Many smiling faces passed his as they each returned to the town center, all concealing thoughts into knowing looks. He’d never understand their need for secrecy, but it had become a part of life since he’d lain roots. <em>It was part of the town</em>, Inuyasha had told him just before shouting Kouga’s name across the market. <em>Everyone knows everything and no one wants to rob you the joy of discovering on your own.</em></p><p>Besides, thoughts remaining private were less opinions he had to hear and he’d heard enough of those.</p><p>The tree house was brighter than it had been before and not just because the lights were on inside. The greenery was new, almost as if the leaves had been dusted and the branches spruced. The two booming doors at the base of the wide trunk were polished and clean, the glass sparkling from a recent buffing. With flowers beginning to test their colors against the revived landscape, he could see the full potential of the home finally coming to light. How absolutely beautiful. The new owner must be proud.</p><p>Shedding his cloak and hanging it over the fence at the property line, Kouga straightened his shirt. He couldn’t wait to adorn he cloak again, cover the distinctly wolfish markings of his hands and feet and diffuse the truth of his size, but that would be rude. One was never to hide their nature when meeting someone anew.</p><p>Sango was leaving as he strode up the path, nodding once at him before retrieving her bone from the gate. Glancing back, it was only his cloak left which meant it was just him for the time being. Kouga wasn’t sure if that was a curse or a blessing, but at least no one would be around should his normally brusque personality show itself early.</p><p>“Hello,” rang a voice through the house as he stepped up to the door, “please come in! And let me know how you’d like your tea.”</p><p>Relief fluttered over his shoulders as he dusted his feet off at the welcome mat. He always did better with tea. It took no time to find the feminine voice in the kitchen, the sight of a fairy flittering around one that gave him great amusement — at least until Kouga blinked a closer look.</p><p>She was a nymph! Oh, how rare those were these days. The sparkle of her magic shimmered in the ways of fairies, but there was no mistaking the sheen in her dark hair or the present weight in her featherlight steps. Fairy magic spoke of dust and light; nymph magic carried earth and soil. Her movements were light and airy, but the purpose behind him belied her nature.</p><p>Already, a smile formed on his face. “I like tea with a touch of cream,” he answered as gray eyes flashed in his direction, “though I am not picky.”</p><p>A splash of cream swirled into the cup she was carrying toward him, mixing to create the perfect color. Oh, nymph magic was such a unique sight to behold.</p><p>“My name’s Kouga,” he said as he took the cup. “Welcome to the neighborhood.”</p><p>She smiled and her eyes glittered. “It’s nice to meet you, Kouga. I don’t think I’ve met a wolf before.”</p><p>“Never?” He took a sip, the rich flavor dancing over his tongue. “Surely we’re not that uncommon.”</p><p>“I haven’t met many people, so it’s nothing to do with your kind.” She poured her own cup of tea, a flowery scent blooming on the air as the hot water filled a new cup. “Are all wolves as cute as you?”</p><p>Kouga blinked, the surprise catching his breath.</p><p>“I hope the tea is good.” She nodded toward his cup, the comment seeming to disappear in the air. “I haven’t made that kind before.”</p><p>“It’s very good,” he replied, untying his tongue. “Just the perfect amount of cream.”</p><p>Her answering smile was warm, painting her every bit the picture of comfort in her home. The tree seemed to grow around her, altering wherever she cast her gaze to shift into what she wished it to be. It made perfect sense considering what she was. “I hope you stop by more often. I’d love to try all the different kinds of teas I saw at the market.”</p><p>“That would be lovely…” his words trailed off in a subtle prod at her name.</p><p>“Oh!” Her cheeks flushed an adorable pink. “I’m Kagome.”</p><p>She held out her hand and Kouga’s heart stuttered. Careful of his claws, he shook hers in greeting, hoping she didn’t pay too much attention to how it dwarfed her delicate features. The itch for his cloak returned. It always helped him blend in a little more around the delicate folk of the village.</p><p>“Kagome!” came a brash voice from the front door. “I brought some sugar.”</p><p>Of course the changeling showed up. Inuyasha was always poking his nose into everything.</p><p>Kagome’s eyes widened. “I need another cup!”</p><p>Amusement tickled his nose as she flit around her kitchen. Most empty spaces were filled with opened boxes, the cabinet doors open to bare shelves. That she was willing to invite so many people in while unpacking added a touch of softness for the growing feeling Kouga was fostering for the nymph. Did they all garner this sort of emotion?</p><p>Her search distracted him from his musing as she looked in all the most unusual places for cups. He would have assumed it was in the box marked “tea” in red letters or even one that said “hosting” in green, but Kagome didn’t touch those. It wasn’t until she was digging through a box of “Necessary Unnecessaries” that she unearthed a matching cup.</p><p><em>Necessary unnecessaries</em>. What an interesting addition to the picture.</p><p>“I knew I smelled dog,” Inuyasha grumbled as he pushed by Kouga, settling a large sack of sugar onto the ground next to the counter. “Couldn’t keep your fur dry today?”</p><p>Eyes narrowing and a low curse building on his lips, Kouga was ready to return the greeting before a sharp correction stepped in.</p><p>“There’s no need to be rude, Inuyasha,” Kagome said, pouring hot water into a cup, the liquid turning dark as soon as it passed the lip. “Kouga is my guest and will be treated as such.”</p><p>“You sure you want him as a guest?” Inuyasha’s lips tugged into a grin and Kouga could have punched him. “He’ll make everything smell.”</p><p>“Inuyasha!” The snap was sharp, catching both of them off guard and for a second, Kagome looked as if she were thinking of tossing the tea. “Either behave or get out. Kouga stopped by to say hi and I was enjoying getting to know him.”</p><p>Inuyasha’s eyes darted between Kagome and Kouga, a thought forming. That did not look good.</p><p>“Thank you for the tea,” Kouga said smoothly, not wanting to come in between their more familiar banter. “I live in the den on the other side of the hill. You’re welcome anytime.”</p><p>“Don’t let him scare you off,” Kagome shot Inuyasha an annoyed look. “It’s nice to have you here. I was hoping to hear your nice voice fill up more of my home.”</p><p>Kouga’s cheeks warmed and with that, he really needed to get out of there. If Inuyasha caught him blushing, he’d never hear the end of it. “It’s okay, I should be going.” His mouth should have stopped there, but the next words jumped out before he could stop them. “If you’d like to come over for lunch tomorrow, we can talk more.”</p><p>“I’d love that!” Her smile was radiant and if he didn’t leave soon, the glitter of her happiness would never leave his skin.</p><p>He placed the tea cup in the sink, purposefully ignoring the silent changeling as he made his way out of the house.</p><p>“I like wine!” she called after him, the warmth of her voice following him with every step. He was almost out the door when he caught, “I hope I get to see what kind of magic he can do with those big hands of his.”</p><p>He paused, not quite sure what to make of that. Without his cloak, he was big — much bigger than the normal folk who lived in the town. It was the sign of his nature, the wolf in him showing in different ways. Usually comments on the size of his hands were spoken with disdain or shock, not the giddy curiosity that graced the air with her words.</p><p>She had been so open with him, either true in her welcome or hiding her thoughts well. The tingle on his clothes spoke of the former, sticking with him even as he pulled on his cloak. Glitter magic was hard to feign and while it was normally considered rude upon first meetings, the genuine touch of her words gave Kouga warmth.</p><p>As he made his way home, he wondered if having big hands was a trait nymphs would find attractive.</p><p>…</p><p>“Flirting with the newcomer already?”</p><p>Kouga heaved out a pained sigh, regretting his decision to go shopping that morning. He could have borrowed from a neighbor or sent out an order to be delivered or even retrieved his items after dark the night before. Apparently waiting had given Inuyasha enough time to track down just where he was doing his shopping.</p><p>“I didn’t know wolves moved that fast.” The changeling pulled a bottle of wine out of Kouga’s basket, inspecting the flavor that came highly recommended from the shop owner. “This is supposed to be really good. How did you find it?”</p><p>“Har har.” Kouga returned the wine back into the basket next to the second bottle, a hopeful sprouting in his chest leaving him unable to purchase simply one. “And I’m not moving fast, I’m just being friendly.”</p><p>Inuyasha’s snort of disbelief told Kouga this wasn’t even close to the end of the conversation. “Cute wolf, nice voice, big hands,” he recounted the comments onto his fingers, “and you’re already buying wine for lunch today. If that’s being friendly, I’m terrified to see what you would call fast.”</p><p>“Is there a reason you’re here,” Kouga interrupted before Inuyasha could continue, “that doesn’t have anything to do with me?”</p><p>“Of course not.”</p><p>Figured.</p><p>“But <em>someone</em> has to make sure you put your best foot forward, so here I am making sure you do this right.”</p><p>The twisted logic in that statement was astounding. “What would <em>help—</em>”</p><p>Inuyasha dropped a wheel of cheese into the basket as well as a box of crackers, the flavors pairing perfectly with the wine, meats, and fruits Kouga had already picked out. “The more snacks you have, the longer she’ll stay.”</p><p>Kouga was at a loss for words. Unless there was something he really didn’t know about Kagome, all of Inuyasha’s choices actually made sense.</p><p>“And you made sure to clean the den, right?”</p><p>“No,” he deadpanned, having spent his entire evening the night before doing just that, “I left it absolutely filthy so she wouldn’t be comfortable at all.”</p><p>“It’s a nice afternoon,” Inuyasha ignored Kouga’s remark completely. “I’m sure she’d enjoy the breeze and your windows are nicely situated so she can hear the rustle of trees no matter which room you’re in.”</p><p>“Oh,” one of the other patrons spoke up, a siren that lived near the water, “are you hosting the new nymph in town?”</p><p>Kouga fought to keep from shrinking back at the unexpected attention. Showing weakness would only paint the target brighter. “She’s coming over for lunch.”</p><p>The siren was kind enough to hide most of her reaction save for the pity that danced in her eyes. “That should be nice. She’s getting to know people after all.”</p><p>“Sounds like she’s starting with the biggest and working her way down to normal,” came a bitter addition from a water sprite, the jab at his larger-than-fae size something Kouga had heard more than once. “I’ll invite her over afterward so she can wash the fur off.”</p><p>Kouga grit his teeth and moved toward the shop owner, more than ready to purchase his food and leave. It wasn’t many in town that held such disdain for his presence, but they seemed to always be the loudest.</p><p>“Why would she want to go to your place?” Inuyasha snapped at the sprite, his renown temper catching flame. “Or did you forget that nymphs have taste?”</p><p>The shop owner turned kind eyes toward Kouga, sparing a moment to glance down at the basket. Tallying up the food, he called out in a simple condemnation, “Any insult to my client is an insult to me. I’m certain there are other places to get your grapes, Jakotsu.”</p><p>Kouga’s shoulders settled, his heart slowing down. Yes, there were people who offered loud judgements in this town, but there were also people who didn’t tolerate it either. As the sprite sputtered in reply, one of the shop owner’s nephews showed the man out, a quiet murmur silencing the loud protests.</p><p>“Here, don’t forget this.” The owner placed a loaf of fresh bread into Kouga’s purchases, the price tag conveniently smudged to be unreadable. “A little butter, some herbs, and five minutes in the oven should be all you need.”</p><p>Kouga paid, refusing the change the owner tried to give him, then made his way out of the store with his things. It didn’t take too long for Inuyasha to catch up, the changeling still bristling from the confrontation, but he did shove a box of dark chocolates into Kouga’s hands.</p><p>“You should always have dessert. Kagome will enjoy that.”</p><p>“How long have you known her? And why are you helping?”</p><p>“Kagome’s an old friend, I’ve known her for decades.” He shoved his hands into his pockets, his ears twitching with the sounds of people mingling down the street. “And I’m helping because I think you’ll both be good for each other.”</p><p>And old friend. “Is that why she bought the tree house?”</p><p>“It’s why she knew about the house, but you’ll have to ask her why she bought it.” It was a simple clarification, Inuyasha unusually hard to read. “Sure does fit her, doesn’t it?”</p><p>Kouga nodded absentmindedly. It did. He couldn’t picture anyone else living in the space. The way the tree responded to her presence, she brought a whole new breath of life to the place. What would that sparkle and light look like in his den?</p><p>“Besides, anyone that throws you off your game like she did deserves a chance.”</p><p>Of course. He should have known better than to think Inuyasha hadn’t noticed his blush. “I wasn’t expecting it, is all.”</p><p>“No one was.” Inuyasha shrugged. “Your voice always grated to me, but I’m not going to tell her she’s wrong. She can figure that out for herself.”</p><p>Kouga didn’t feel an ounce of pity as he slammed his heel down on Inuyasha’s toes, leaving the man to curse behind him as he headed toward his den. It wouldn’t be long before he’d get to see just how Kagome lit up the place.</p><p>…</p><p>Lunch went well. And long. She left as the sun was starting to set, both bottles of wine empty and only a handful of food left. He went to her place two days after, helping her clean up the last of the boxes she had left to unpack. The tree house was looking more and more like a home. By the time Kouga left late that night after dinner on the back patio overlooking her field, he couldn’t imagine anyone else living there.</p><p>When he saw her in public, she went out of her way to see him, her affection always physical. Whether she tousled his hair or smoothed the wrinkles out of his cloak, she had a way of touching him whenever they met.</p><p>It soon became normal to see her, for them to meet with each other over meals or events, to discover the ways that she laughed and how she reacted to the different things in town. Even when she pushed him out of his comfort zone, there was never a moment with her he didn’t enjoy.</p><p>…</p><p>“Thank you for inviting me to lunch that day,” she said to fill the lull their conversation drifted into, the breeze rustling through her hair while they sat on the dock behind the bakery on the water. “I was worried it would be hard to make friends here.”</p><p>His heart stuttered at the word, wondering if her use had been intentional. Over the last few weeks, <em>friend</em> wasn’t the role he wished to play, but it was better than nothing. Rather than focus on that thought, he offered her a smile instead. “I’d say you’ve had an easy time of it. The town has fallen in love with you.”</p><p>She sipped a latte, something she liked to enjoy at brunches eaten outside, while his cup of tea sat forgotten in his hands. “It’s easy to be polite, but actually connecting with people has always been a struggle.”</p><p>“I can’t imagine that,” he told her in bare honesty. “You’re so friendly, people would have flocked to get to know you the moment you stepped in. Honestly, I’m surprised you had the time available to have lunch with me.”</p><p>Her laugh was weary, a little wry. “There had been offers from other people wanting to show me around, but nothing as near as attractive as having lunch with you.”</p><p>His hands tightened around his cup, some of the lingering warmth seeping through the old ceramic. “Did Inuyasha tell you about the den?”</p><p>Her head tilted toward him, a question on her brow.</p><p>“With the forest nearby,” he clarified. “I figured you’d want to stay close to the trees your first couple of days here.”</p><p>“I had no idea where you lived before you asked me,” she answered slowly. “I just wanted to get to know more about the polite wolf that came to visit.”</p><p>His lips thinned and he looked out at the water, unable to face her when he shared the truth. “The trees are pretty near my den, it won’t hurt my feelings. Most people are weary for the first couple months of meetings and some never warm up.”</p><p>“Sounds like their loss.” Kagome’s voice was quiet, but firm. “Someone would have to be an idiot to be weary of you.”</p><p>There were no words for a response, his mind scrambling to make sense of what she was saying.</p><p>“I mean, I’d heard whispers about the big, bad wolf that lived across the hill. I figured there must have been something that happened, some great crime you might have accidentally been involved in, but nothing. Absolutely nothing.” Her gaze bore into the side of his face, the truth of her story weaving in the space between them. “And if there’s no reason for people to be weary of you, then I have no time for shallow, wrong views.</p><p>So many thoughts raced through his head, he couldn’t pick out one to follow. Though he didn’t need to as it seemed Kagome was only gathering steam.</p><p>“What, they think that because you can shift into a wolf, that gives them reason to fear you? Are they dumb? Every single person here has their own nature, their own history. The bigotry is astounding.” Her hands moved with her words, emphasizing what she thought of a few less-than-subtle people in the village. “I wanted to move here because there were so many different people. Being stuck with your own kind isn’t a whole lot of fun and this village’s appeal is based on the diversity. Changelings, fairies, djinn, kelpies, all sorts! But then you’re going to have some old twat turn their nose up at a wolf? And for the <em>stupidest </em>reasons!”</p><p>Kouga wasn’t so certain they were stupid. Some reasons to be wary of wolves had merit. But instead of interrupting her rather encouraging tirade, he sipped at his tea.</p><p>“Honestly, anyone who claims your size is off-putting has simply never had good sex.”</p><p>Tea burned his nose as he choked into the cup, barely keeping from hacking up a lung with that utterly shocking declaration. Did he hear her right?</p><p>“They’re going off on how big your hands are and how wide your shoulders stretch and all I can think of is how much I’d like to climb you like a tree.” The hand holding her latte swung wide with her words, expertly managing not to spill the coffee, and she was seemingly unaware of the effect her words had as he accidentally dropped his cup into the water. “It’s almost like they have no idea what they have here. I mean, aren’t wolves by nature affectionate? Family oriented? Great in bed? And there are people who think you’re only as sharp as your teeth? Assholes.”</p><p>He bent over, placing his head between his knees and coughed. It took about two more before he could breathe again, the knot in his throat slowly loosening as his heart raced in his ears. The tea was long gone now — he’d offer to replace the cup when they went back to the bakery — and he knew he’d be hearing it all over town when they sent the kids to fish it out of the water, but he couldn’t do anything about it. Not when he was gasping for breath and Kagome was talking about having sex with him.</p><p>“Oh my goodness, Kouga, I’m so sorry!” One hand began rubbing up and down his back while she cupped his forearm with the other. “That was so rude of me, are you okay? I didn’t mean to— I really wasn’t thinking and it’s not like you needed to hear any of that. You probably didn’t even <em>want</em> to hear it. You’ve been such a good friend and here I am, the new nymph in town going around and being awkward and being way too forward about someone probably not even interested—”</p><p>Kouga managed to sit up, his chest burning but his breathing finally smoothed out, turned toward the beautiful, babbling woman next to him, and kissed her.</p><p>It was nice. Nicer than nice.</p><p>She tasted like sunshine and a forest breeze and little bit of that milky coffee flavor from her latte. Her hands paused on him, her body shifted closer, and Kouga could have sang at the moon for how wonderful she felt against him. When her surprise fell away and she returned his kiss with a murmur in her throat, he could have howled right there at the sun. Her hand shifted up his back and threaded in his hair, her breasts pressed into his chest, and it took almost nothing to pick her up and place her in his lap.</p><p>Her nails scratched at his scalp when he tugged her bottom lip with a sharp fang and right when he wanted to delve further, he took a final sip at her lips and broke their first kiss.</p><p>The blush on her nose highlighted freckles he hadn’t previously noticed and the brightness in her eyes sent a surge of pride through his veins.</p><p>“It’s not just my teeth,” he explained in a low, gruff voice. “I frighten people with my size. They’re scared I can toss them around like sacks. Add in fangs and claws, and they just don’t know if they should trust me or not.”</p><p>Kagome’s eyes gleamed. “Promise to toss me around?”</p><p>Kouga’s neck burned, the idea of handling her in such a way overwhelmingly appealing.</p><p>That gleam dimmed a bit as understanding softened her expression. “They’re idiots,” she breathed in a warm fan over his lips. “A toad could see you’d never harm a fly.”</p><p>He smiled. “Not everyone is as insightful as a nymph.”</p><p>“I’m glad for that.” Her smile was radiant as she tugged at his hair. “They made it easy to have you all to myself.”</p><p>He didn’t fight the kiss she pulled him into or the one after that. And finally when their kisses were growing too long, Kagome tugged him to his feet. “Want to take me back to your place?” That gleam was back in her eyes as she looked over the cloak magically disguising his height. “I didn’t get to see that back bedroom the last time I was there.”</p><p>A jolt shot down his torso, knowing exactly which bedroom she meant. “Let’s stop by the bakery first. I owe them for the cup.”</p><p>But she stopped him as he turned, her fingers touching over the ties of his cloak. “Without this?” He could tell she wanted to undo the strings and his heart ached that she waited for his agreement. “I hate that it hides you.”</p><p>He nodded before he could think about it and before long, his security was gone. He looked down to see his actual body, how his muscles filled out his torso and how far his shirt stretched across his chest. Kagome stepped right into the space, reaching up for a small kiss before she folded his cloak into her hands.</p><p>“They’ll look,” he warned.</p><p>“Let them.” Her smile made him feel invincible. “It’s about time they got used to the wolf in town.”</p><p>…</p><p>A week later, they used his once-necessary cloak to start a bonfire at the back of his property. Kagome roasted marshmallows over the flame for s’mores and Kouga thoroughly licked her fingers clean.</p>
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